Jay Duncan was very well versed in all sorts of odd happenings and stories. Before he had dressed himself in Kyla Leeson's elf druid outfit, his rationality had not only helped him to make sense of the world around him, it literally made the world make sense. Causatively. All of this was becoming clearer to him as his nature altered to fit the garments.
Huh, was that tear in the dress always th-
Jay's entire mind and soul seemed to stop as he was teleported to a void of horrors. Several elves... were they elves? Were staring at him with accusing faces. He didn't understand any of this, which actually was pretty unusual for him.
A sobbing seamstress was kneeling on an ornate tile floor, which seemed to glow of-itself.
"That stitching represented the legacy and doings and beauty of your great grandmother's lonesome stepsister..."
Jay really didn't like how this was making him feel. He felt like his entirety was going to powder, and hurting too.
"Your lack of grace has proven she cannot enter the realms of forever!" She wailed.
Jae was mourning with her now, removing her own braids and offering hair to fix the seam to the ghost woman. "Dry your tears and keep your faith." It seemed the proper thing to say at times like this. Whatever times like this were.
The illusion dissipating like fog, she found herself by the school library, where she regularly organized the selection. She hoped Karina would be along, today.
